smoke and the past
and flames a full moon setting
what is there to do
but pause retreat measure
our words tiny blue frogs
delicate lethal alert to
stirrings in the air
we hide on distant shores
behind silences wide as the ocean
knowing beyond knowing
if we whisper about this choking cloud
of fire and ash it is possible that
no one will hear
© 2020 by Hannah Six
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